“The art of flexibility?""A most valuable talent," Napier grinned. "Most valuable indeed."Tucker turned back around in the saddle, having the good sense not to ask him what he meant.”

“Napier surfaced next to her and propped his arms on the ledge. "I meant to ask - can you swim?""No," she said through chattering teeth, "Actually I can't."He cocked his head to the side and looked perplexed. "Your lips are blue.""I'm cold," she said curtly."Want me to warm you up?" he asked, grinning."I'd rather be cold," she snapped, hating him more by the second.”

“Napier grinned. "I'm flattered.""I'm sure you are," Colt said. "You've always been optimistic in your interpretations.”

“She's the princess, Colt!" Addie grabbed his arm. "She's just like we imagined, isn't she?"Napier hopped down to inspect the wound. "You imagined the princess with a hole in her leg? How sick.""Get away from her," Colt scoffed. "You're halfway under Tucker's skirts.""I'm a doctor!""No, you're not!”

“They will base that judgment on whatever the status of your escort and manners are.""Escort and manners?" Tucker scoffed. "What good are manners? 'I'm sorry sir, for stealing your change.'"Vivian jerked the girl's arm sharply. "No more of that, Tucker. The stealing or the attitude.”

“I haven't decided yet if you're witty or clueless.""All of the above," Napier answered. "Unless charming is an option, of course.”

“I began with absolutely nothing, and I'm so good, I've still got most of it left!”